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IT'S EATING ME

My cousin called me yesterday, around 10 pm, saying he needs a drink and to talk to someone, but mainly a drink, so I tell him to come home. We're good friends, even if we don't see each other much, but I had some beers on the refrigerator and I love the guy, so even if it was late, I had no problem with it. My wife is okay with that too, but she is tired so she locks herself in our room, with our baby. (Rereading that paragraph, it seems to be a set up for something to happen to them, no, the story has nothing to do with any of them, they're fine, don't worry.) So, my cousin gets home, I open the door and hit him up with a beer, when he picks it up I notice a bandage on his middle finger. I ask what happened, he says "Later", so we sit at the desk and play some poker, no bets, just to loosen up.

After the second bottle (we have liter bottles down here), he starts talking. Yesterday he had the night shift at the Emergency Room - he works at a public hospital in Capital Federal, the capital of Argentina. It never is a good shift, stab wounds, bullet wounds, burned people and lots of alcohol poisoning, he even witnessed a knife fight right there in the waiting room, once. But last night had been quiet, and four hours into his shift, he had only seen one case, a guy who cut himself with a glass.

So, it's 2 am, and a homeless lady bursts into the waiting room, screaming "It's eating me, it's eating me", and leaving a trail of blood at her feet. The lady has to be 50-60 by the looks of her, and to everyone's surprise, she's pregnant. Like, really pregnant, so they think that due to her age she's having a miscarriage, the take her to the operation room, she keeps screaming that it's eating her and thrashing about. They sedate her, as she's not letting anyone check her and see what's wrong, and they try to look for life signs of the infant.

Surprisingly, the little guy is really well, better than he should be, the sedatives should have put it a little bit to sleep, but it was still kicking (I'm going to refer to it as it because... well, keep reading). They proceed to perform a c-section, really carefully because the thing was still thrashing about and moving a lot, and when they open up, there's blood everywhere, the baby is completely drenched in blood, so my cousin takes him out, the baby moving with much more strength than a newborn should have, already screaming and breathing. At first, they thought the baby had two umbilical cords, neither of them attached to the placenta.

They checked the normal one, the one attached to its belly, and the part where it has been cut has apparently been chewed off. The other umbilical cord, a little bit below the first one, turns out to be the things dick, 4 inches long, almost as long as the things legs. The nurse who should have taken the boy ran off the room, sickened by that, and my cousin goes to clean the baby a bit.

The thing's skin is totally red, they couldn't tell because of the blood, but the thing is red... and it has teeth, as my cousin learned when the thing bit him (He took off the bandage when he told me this, nasty wound, three suture points). My cousin puts the baby in the little crib they have waiting for it and pushes it away from the room, to take it to neonatology. (BTW, he was not the main doctor, there was an actual surgeon there doing the procedures, my cousin just got his degree two years ago so he's usually just tending to minor cases or assisting on more serious things).

The mother survived, she had been bitten from the inside. It's eating me was actually an accurate thing to scream. The thing is still in neo, it refuses to drink formula and shows no signs of weakening.

THE THREE CHAIRS

The legend is that if you sit in three of the graveyard chairs from midnight until one minute after midnight, you will have the ability to see ghosts, but you will pay with your life. This, however did not apply to three high-school football players on Halloween Night in 1976. They pulled into the graveyard, in the middle of a large, open area. They had heard the legend and decided to try it, but one of them refused. He sat down and watched the other boys run from one chair to the other.

Then he sensed that something was wrong. They were leaning over to the side with their eyes rolled back, rasping. The boy began frantically screaming for help as his friends kneeled over and grabbed his leg. It is said that the boy also saw spirits for an instant. The boys died and the survivor never spoke a word again. Of course, there were people mourning their loved ones nearby. They witnessed the event and filed a police report detailing what happened. No one really knows what those chairs are, except that they have been there since the town was founded.